babygray

An Alphabetized Noisefic: Gundam Wing entry.

Title: Another Bites the Dust
Author: babygray
Pairing: None
Warnings: Typos. No beta.
Disclaimer: This is just fanfiction, non-profit and just for fun.
Notes: What orginally spawned this self-imposed challenge... I don't recall. I think someone on the GWML mentioned that someone else had just written a story for every letter of the alphabet, and I was bored at school, so I said fuck it. What spawned this story was a discussion at the time on whether Zechs and Relena were related at all, and if Zechs' sister was actually Dorothy Catalonia. (I miss those times...)
Word Count: 740
Summary: Duo has a strange dream. Never knew Relena took Taebo...

Duo stood up from the white chair he was in and looked around.

The walls were painted an odd red-black hue. It was the color of fresh scabs.

The room was, for the exception of himself and the chair, lit by bulbs the color of disease and piss. He himself was illuminated by a pure white lamp up above.

Surrounded by the scabbed walls and the piss-yellow lighting was a figure hard at work beating the shit out of a large punching bag. He wore what looked like red and pristine white, but it was hard to tell in the yellow lights.

The lights cast more shadow than light.

His hair, tied back, swung back and forth with each spin-punch-kick cycle. It was blond.

Duo peered into the near-darkness. “Zechs?” he called out, unsure.

The figure landed another kick to the punching bag and paused. As the lights warmed up, Duo noticed the hair was held back by a bow.

“How strange of you to think I’m my brother,” said the figure. It was a pleasant voice. It was the voice of a nice, amicable, well-bred lady.

"Relena?”

The light in the room changed completely into the warmth of direct sunlight. The scabbed walls became creamy... a calming peach color. The room was decorated by almost a dozen priceless vases, each standing on a small table.

In the center was Relena, her blonde hair pulled back with a blood-red bow. The red top was loose, comfortable, while the white pants stuck to her very closely.

She placed her gloved hands on her hips. The kickboxing gloves were also of a blood-red hue. She gave Duo a kind, genuine smile. “Why, who else did you think it was? Dorothy?”

She chuckled to herself as she went to a nearby phonograph. Duo did not recall seeing it earlier.

She pulled out a warped, useless vinyl record and placed it on the ‘graph. With all the delicate motion of a princess-in-training, she guided the needle to a groove. She cranked it to start.

The music that came out of the machine wasn’t warped at all.

”Do you like music, Duo?” she asked, the genteel tone still in her voice. She did not look up from the record, seemingly entranced by the slow spinning motion.

Duo shrugged. “It’s all good to me.” The air felt colder that moment.

Relena’s back straightened as she flexed her fists. “I agree.” Her voice was soft... almost fiery, but not quite. She moved away from the phonograph and slowly made her way towards Duo. Her hair was covering her eyes as her heels kept time. Tap, tap, tap. “Anything that keeps me moving.”

Duo stood his ground, wondering innocently what Relena was up to. “I prefer something faster myself. For exercise, that it.”

”Of course.” Her fingers flexed. Tap, tap, tap.

”Yeah.” Duo gave her another smile, but the good feelings were quickly forgotten when he saw Relena pulling back for a punch.

He was almost hit by the gloved fist. He ducked out of the way in time. The vase immediately behind him, however, did not survive the contact with the blood-red fist.

”What the fuck!” Duo backed away from Relena, noting quickly her blood-red eyes. His back bumped against a table. A vase containing some flowers fell of the table and over the railing next to it.

Relena grinned at him. Her eyes shined with feral bloodlust.

He had nowhere to go. The only things there now were himself, Relena, and a shrinking space of air.

He was frozen. He couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe. Relena was too close.

She raised a blood-red glove and pulled it back. Her fist came down with all the wallop of a... slap?

~~~~

”Duo, wake up.”

Duo opened his eyes and was greeted by the oh-so lovely glare of one Heero Yuy. Sunshine lit the room up. It couldn’t be any more than mid-morning. In the background, a song played, quite possibly from one of their roommates.

”What is it?” Duo rubbed his eyes. “Why d’ya slap me for?”

”You were raving about Relena punching you.” Heero moved away and sat on a white chair next to Duo’s bed. “Either way, you needed to get up by now.”

Duo snorted and turned away from Heero, fully intending to fall asleep again.

~~~~end